HE WAS REFORMED.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVI, Issue XXV, 20 June 1896, Page 736

HE WAS REFORMED.

A superb-looking couple they made as they strode the other day from the Hotel Savoy—the man a tall, lithe figure, his companion a dashing Juno, and both of the Spanish type. * That man had a certain episode in his life years ago, when be was a wild blade, drinking, duelling, and gambling. He comes of a rich Creole family, in Louisiana,’ said a hotel lounger, * and they couldn’t reform him. One night, when he was brought home, dead to the world, after a debauch, an old relative, then on a visit to the plantation, was inspired. She despatched a trusted negro to New Orleans for a casket, silver handled and satin lined. Another slave gathered flowers, and then came candles and crucifix. When the coffin arrived they tucked him in it, and proceeded to “ sit up with the remains.” * When he woke up and realized the ghastly closeness of his call he joined the reform party, and is with it yet. ’